receipt scribble

things found in my bag on busted up crinkled pieces of scratch paper and receipts

Wednesday, April 10, 2013


-you feel
like you're wasting
my time.-

this is playing
on a loop
in my head,
on repeat
in my mind's ear,
over and over.
just this
from so many things
that were said.

from so many lives
that i've lived.

and my reply,
softly and sweetly
like a whisper:
yes. you are.
it is still my time to waste.

stop your damn crying.

its my turn to be delicate.

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